The night wind whipped through your hair as your car sliced down the empty highway, music thumping and adrenaline buzzing in your veins. The world felt yours—until the sharp glare of red and blue lights reflected in your rearview mirror.

You groaned, slamming your hand on the wheel. Perfect. Just what I needed.

Slowing to the shoulder, you let out a long sigh before a mischievous grin curved on your lips. If life was going to throw a cop your way, you might as well make it fun.

You grabbed your lipstick, twisting the tube open with practiced ease. A swipe of red—a weapon more dangerous than any speeding ticket. You tousled your hair in the mirror, angled your chin, and smiled. Let’s see how this goes.

Outside, Officer Yang Jungwon stepped out of his patrol car. His uniform fit way too well for your sanity—neat collar, badge gleaming, and a face that looked like it belonged in a drama, not behind flashing sirens. He approached your car with calm authority, resting an arm against the window frame as he leaned slightly closer.

“Do you know why I stopped you, ma’am?”

His tone was even. Professional. Not a single crack of amusement.